The Last Free Place

Alternative lifestyles have always intrigued me.  One of my earliest vacation memories was begging my parents to take me to the Haight-Ashbury district in San Francisco to see the hippies when I was a mere twelve years old.  And yes, I went with flowers in my hair.   I was fascinated by their free thinking take on life, and wanted to be just like them.   If only I had been of driving age in 1969 for the gathering on Yasgur’s farm, Woodstock, there would have been no stopping me.

As one who chose the more boring, conventional corporate path in life, any type of anti-establishment lifestyles, Continue reading